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suchamiracle-does-exist · 1 year

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Dear @faisonsunreve thanks for the tag. This was definitely a time taking task but so much fun to do. A true time travel to your watching history. To my surprise there are three French films and three Tom Hanks films included. 😄

A few comments about certain choices.

Favorite film of all time: The Thief of Bagdad (1940): The jewel of the film is Conrad Veidt’s insane Jaffar dressed up with the turban.

Best script: Some Like It Hot (1959): The story about two antihero musicians trying to make a living and avoiding gangsters by dressing as women and joining a female band and traveling to Miami is still unique to watch.

Favorite poster: The Empire Strikes Back (1980): Memories from the childhood. Darth Vader’s perhaps a little too epic posture promises you an emotional adventure and that promise will be fulfilled.

"I’ll watch it some day": Napoléon (1927): @missholson and I were introduced to this 6-hour biopic of Napoleon and we were stunned by the shots of the twenty-minute triptych sequence, where widescreen panorama is made by projecting multiple-image montages simultaneously on three screens. Blu-ray is waiting on the shelf.

Big personal impact: Elvis (2022): I wasn’t prepared for the narrative where female gaze and male vulnerability are allowed and validated.

You like, but everyone hates: Angels & Demons (2009): Don’t know today’s reception but when it was released the film was heavily criticized by the critics and the audience. I like both this and The Da Vinci Code (2006), but having more convincing characters, plot and hold for the entirety makes it better than the first one.

Underrated: The Ninth Gate (1999): Polanski is a very contradictory director for his sexual abuse charges, therefore it feels shameful to admit liking his films or considering his films to be valued. Many find Gate as a dull thriller. The film doesn’t rely on jump scares or gore but the mystery around the occult books and the things you can’t see.

"Why do I like this?": Bachelor Party (1984): This is my favourite question of them all. I discussed with @faisonsunreve about on what basis you should answer this and does it reveal your true movie taste. The 80’s crazy comedy is a silly and out-dated genre and that is why the films of this era fascinate me. Bachelor Party is full of lame humor and over-the-top characters. Yet the storyline is versatile and entertaining. Young Tom Hanks embodies the past.

Great soundtrack: La Cage aux Folles (1978): Ennio Morricone has said first he has to understand the film, the images, the story and the director’s intentions before starting to compose. I would like to know his study for Folles, because the soundtrack has such a humorous, characteristic and warm sound.

That cinematography: Furiant (2015): I was balancing between Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (2011) and La double vie de Véronique (1991), but this short film stands out with the way the rural landscapes, the dimly lit rooms and the unspoken moments are visualized (and edited) by the producer, director, writer, cinematographer and editor Ondřej Hudeček.

Criminally overlooked: Angélique film series (1964-68): Yes, you could put almost any Conrad Veidt film here, however I chose this. I have been fond of Angélique films since I was a child. These spectacles tell the story of Angélique in the time of King Louis XIV of France. Romance, adventure, scheming with breathtaking soundtrack and costume design, beautiful Michèle Mercier in the leading role and the flashy way of speaking French offer us an exquisite interpretation from the 60’s.

Favorite active director: Peter Strickland: I have seen only The Duke of Burgundy (2014) and Flux Gourmet (2022), nevertheless his style of using the aesthetics of Italian genre films and the intimacy he creates is just heartwarming.

Anyone who wants to make their own version, please do and let me know. 📼📀📦🔦

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littleoddwriter · 11 months

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Rules, Guidelines, etc.:

[Used to be: ronaldrx]

I'm a hobby writer and mostly write (x Reader) FanFictions and Headcanons. But I am also working on my original story whenever I can, so that I’ll hopefully publish it as an actual book someday. My Ao3.

Here’s a link to my Ko-Fi, in case you want to support me financially. It would mean a lot to me! (Obviously no obligation whatsoever! You never have to pay for anything on my blog, it’s merely an option for donations.)

Also, here are my sideblogs if you’re interested:

Dead Poets Society

Horror

Raúl Esparza

The Simpsons

Only ask for the characters I’ve got listed, please. I’ve written down all of the ones I actually write for, and the list is being updated regularly, as I often find new (actors, whose) characters I write for! (And yes, I always write for every character, so don’t ever worry if you wanna ask for one I haven’t written for in a long time, or ever, it’s fine!) Please always be patient with me. If I haven’t outright declined your request, it’s definitely in the works; even if it has been weeks or months since you’ve sent it in! And only send your requests via ASKs. No DMs or comments, please.

If you have a request, send an Ask to my inbox.

NO sexual NSFW requests, please (more details further down).

Requests = CLOSED (Max. Limit: 10)

Current number of requests: 10

Last updated: October 29, 2023

Masterlists are linked with fandoms/actors/characters below. I WRITE FOR:

ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

Lonny Crane

Murdoc

Philippe/Abra Kadabra

Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

ETHAN HAWKE characters:

Arthur Harrow

Ellison Oswalt

Goodnight Robicheaux

James Sandin

EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

HUGH DANCY characters:

Adam Raki

Cal Roberts

Luke Brandon

Executive ADA Nolan Price

Will Graham

KARL URBAN characters:

Billy Butcher

Black Hat

John Kennex

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

Illinois

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

PAUL DANO characters:

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

PEDRO PASCAL characters:

Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

Characters from The Simpsons:

Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

What We Do in the Shadows:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course). Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.

If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.

SHIPS, such as:

BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU)

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):

Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).

(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

If you have something you would like me to write for, but you do not see it listed anywhere, please ask me before requesting it, so we can talk about it. I hope you enjoy yourself on my blog and have a good time!

My Asks and DMs are always open for any questions or simply to talk!

- Jesse

#ronny.exe #jesse.talks #pinned post #about this blog #request rules #guidelines

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supakixbabe · 7 months

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So, it’s come to my attention that some are a bit confused on the Young Bucks’ new personas and I am here to explain how I see it.

For years, the Bucks have been accused of being selfish and cocky men who politicked themselves to be the best tag team in the business; whether it was winning awards, being in PWI’s top list, main-eventing pay-per-views, or “booking” themselves to win championship gold. They’ve been accused of favoritism and unprofessionalism, because according to guys like Jim Cornett, Bully Ray, Vince Russo, etc, the Buck’s can’t just be good at what they do. There’s always some reason behind it— their accomplishments. Cause it’s clearly not uncommon to be actually good at what you do, right? This ongoing hate towards the Bucks had started from the beginning of their careers. (They talked about it in their autobiography and many interviews, and the OG fans remember everything from social media, etc). Doubted and told they’d never make it or they’d never change the world. They were told that wrestling should be done this way and any other way is wrong. So when they broke the mold and branched out, doing whatever the hell they wanted regardless of veterans and part-timers taking their shots at them, they became a very hated tag-team. Why? For shattering the norm and changing the world of professional wrestling— doing what no other athlete had the balls to do. (I admire the hell out of these men; they took the risk and it paid off).

They changed the world of pro wrestling, but it wasn’t enough.

Hate came through more and more. Death threats. Hell, people have taken screenshots off Google Maps of their homes. Sick shit. They realized they couldn’t be as open with their “fans” because of the sick and demented people. They had to protect their peace and their families. I’ve seem this first-hand and it was so heartbreaking..

And the stuff with “Muffins”, I truly believe made them mentally check out for a while. The career they built, forever marked because of a selfish man.

When they stopped giving a shit about the critics and the haters, the hate increased tenfold. Because as Matt referenced in his interview with Swerve Strickland, “If I could walk on water, critics would say it’s because he can’t swim.” They will never get the flowers they deserve until they are six feet under. And I believe they accepted that, so they decided: “If they’re going to give us a role, let’s nail the audition.” Thus creating the arrogant, cocky and politicking- EVP’s. As much as people hate this gimmick, they created them — they caused this.

While yes, it’s a friendly gimmick of kayfabe and wrestling, I truly believe they are playing the part everyone assumed they were.

Nicholas and Matthew Jackson are basically anti-Nick and Matt Jackson. This is just my take on everything. Obviously, I do not know how they feel.

#my take #matt jackson #wrestling #the young bucks #aew #nick jackson #young bucks #matthew jackson #nicholas jackson #aew evp

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alldancersaretalented · 1 year

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Some soloists to watch this weekend:

**Means that the dancers has made the Top 25/Top 30 at Radix/TDA either this year or last year

*Means that the dancer has made the Top 10/Top 15 at Radix/TDA either this year or last year

°°Means that the dancer has made the Top 3/Top 6 at Radix/TDA either this year or last year

°Means that the dancer has won a title at Radix/TDA

JUMP Ft. Lauderdale

Dance Town:

Belle Marie Arauz (Mini), #14*

Mikaela Florez (Mini), #36

Kaitlyn Santos (Senior), #104*

Dance Unlimited

Amaya Rodriguez (Mini), #10**

Ella Venerio (Mini), #47**

Rylie Bordon (Junior), #59*

Evolve Dance Complex

Adelia Eliseo (Mini), #46

Mya Lanigan (Junior), #89°

Sam Evans (Senior), #111*

JBP Entertainment

Georgia Beth Peters (Teen), #152°°

Miami Dance Company

Emily Pina (Mini), #4

Camilla Carmona (Junior), #54*

Stars Dance Studio

Zoey Martinez (Mini), #13

Amabella Tarrago (Junior), #55*

Anita Rodriguez (Junior), #63°°

Dylan Custodio (Junior), #73°

Alyson Merino (Junior), #83.a

Sophie Garcia (Senior), #98°°

Hugo Silva (Senior), #106*

Bella Ray D'Armas (Teen), #174°°

Kylee Casares (Teen), #203°

The NINE Dance Academy

Sienna DiPietro (Mini), #39*

Vlad's

Jayden Lau (Senior), #106.a*

Angel DiMartino Palladino (Senior), #114.a*

Nuvo Meadowlands

Canadian Dance Company

Cydnee Abbott (Junior), #134

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio

Vivienne Mitchell (Teen), #50*

Stella Brinkerhoff (Mini), #93* (Showcase)

Club Dance Studio

Sylvie Szyndlar (Mini), #95°° (Showcase)

Evolve Dance Complex

Onna Williams (Teen), #12

Zoey Williams (Junior), #105

Hunterdon Hills Ballet

Elliana Quiner (Teen), #5.a

Rachel Quiner (Senior), #167°°

Joffrey Ballet School

Jakey McCullough (Teen), #1

New Level Dance Company

Reese Braga (Mini), #89

Emma Bassel (Junior), #117**

Project 21

Bristyn Scrifres (Junior), #112*

Berkeley Scifres (Junior), #126**

Stars Dance Company

Elie Rabin (Teen), #4

The Vision Dance Alliance

Julia Amato (Teen), #31

Caitlyn Polis (Teen), #53

Kennedy Anderson (Junior), #110**

Emily Polis (Junior), #129°°

Madison Polis (Senior), #174

Westside Dance Project

Izzy Howard (Senior), #168°°

West Florida Dance Company

Macey Strickland (Mini), #77

Ella Dobler (Junior), #130**

#stars #stars dance #dance #jump #nuvo #dancers #talent #dancelife

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phantom1fanatic · 1 year

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⟼ 𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖮𝖭 𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖤𝖲 ⟻

below you will find the various canon characters i have played or are willing to play from various fandoms. i am willing to play these characters against other canon characters or original characters too. keep in mind that i do prefer to double when it comes to canon/original pairings, but may be swayed to a single pairing depending on plot.

last updated: october 18th, 2023

note: any & all characters are or are aged up to 18+

911/911 Lonestar

Athena Grant, Carlos Reyes, Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley, Edmundo ‘Eddie’ Diaz, Henrietta ‘Hen’ Wilson, Howie ‘Chimney’ Han, Judson Ryder, Marjan Marwani, Paul Strickland, Ravi Panikkar, Tyler ‘T.K.’ Strand

Across the Spider-Verse

Hobart ‘Hobie’ Brown, Miguel O’hara, Miles Morales, Peter B. Parker, Spiderman Noir

Arrowverse

Barry Allen, Jefferson Jackson, John Constantine, Leonard Snart, Oliver Queen, Ray Palmer, Sara Lance

Detroit: Become Human

Connor RK800, Connor RK900, Gavin Reed, Kara, Luther, Markus

Good Omens

Aziraphale, Beelzebub, Crowley, Famine, Gabriel, Maggie, Muriel, Nina

Kingsmen

Agent Tequila, Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin, Hamish ‘Merlin’ Mycroft, Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels, Roxanne ‘Roxy’ Morton

MCU

Arthur Harrow, Charles Xavier, Clint Barton, Eddie Brock, Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens, Erik Lehnsherr, Gamora, Helmut Zemo, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, Katherine ‘Kate’ Bishop, Khonshu, Layla El-Faouly, Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley, Makkari, Matt Murdock, Monica Rambeau, Natasha Romanoff, Nebula, Peter Parker, Peter ‘Three’ Parker, Peter Quill, Pietro Maximoff, Loki, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Shuri, Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, Thor, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Xu Shang-chi, Yelena Belova

Stranger Things

Billy Hargroves, Dimitri, Jim Hopper, Robin Buckley, Steven Harrington

Supernatural

Castiel, Dean Winchester, Gabriel, Lucifer, Sam Winchester

Ted Lasso

Colin Hughes, Isaac McAdoo, Jamie Tartt, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton, Roy Kent, Sam Obisanya, Ted Lasso, Trent Crimm

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon, Glenn Rhee, Maggie, Green, Michonne Hawthorne, Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Tara Chambler

Umbrella Academy

Allison Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves

Misc.

Alan Grant (Jurassic Park)

Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Harvey Spector (Suits)

Ian Malcom (Jurassic Park)

Jake Sully (Avatar)

John Nolan (The Rookie)

Merlin (Merlin)

Michael Ross (Suits)

Neytiri (Avatar)

Owen Grady (Jurassic World)

Tim Bradford (The Rookie)

Toph Beifong (ATLA)

Zuko (ATLA)

#canon masterlist #canon muse masterlist #canon character #roleplay ad #discord roleplay #1x1 rp search #1x1 roleplay #roleplay partner search #fandom rp #roleplay search

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docrotten · 8 months

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SCREAM AND SCREAM AGAIN (1970) – Episode 207 – Decades Of Horror 1970

“Smells like cheese, looks like ham… [takes a bite of sandwich] Oh, no problem. It’s chicken.” Rest assured, Grue Believers. Nothing about this movie resembles chicken. Join your faithful Grue Crew – Doc Rotten, Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, and Jeff Mohr – as they dive into that strange vat of boiling acid known as Scream and Scream Again (1970)!

Decades of Horror 1970s Episode 207 – Scream and Scream Again (1970)

Join the Crew on the Gruesome Magazine YouTube channel! Subscribe today! And click the alert to get notified of new content! https://youtube.com/gruesomemagazine

Decades of Horror 1970s is partnering with the WICKED HORROR TV CHANNEL (https://wickedhorrortv.com/) which now includes video episodes of the podcast and is available on Roku, AppleTV, Amazon FireTV, AndroidTV, and its online website across all OTT platforms, as well as mobile, tablet, and desktop.

A serial killer who drains his victims’ blood is on the loose in London. The police follow him to a house owned by an eccentric scientist.

Directed by: Gordon Hessler

Writing Credits: Christopher Wicking (screenplay); Peter Saxon (novel)

Selected Cast:

Vincent Price as Dr. Browning

Christopher Lee as Fremont

Peter Cushing as Major Heinrich Benedek

Alfred Marks as Detective Supt. Bellaver

Michael Gothard as Keith

Christopher Matthews as Dr. David Sorel

Judy Huxtable as Sylvia

Anthony Newlands as Ludwig

Kenneth Benda as Prof. Kingsmill

Marshall Jones as Konratz

Uta Levka as Jane

Yutte Stensgaard as Erika

Julian Holloway as Detective Constable Griffin

Judy Bloom as Helen Bradford (as Judi Bloom)

Peter Sallis as Schweitz

Clifford Earl as Detective Sgt. Jimmy Joyce

Nigel Lambert as Ken Sparten

David Lodge as Detective Inspector Phil Strickland

First, take a killer film title and an equally killer poster. Then grab a bizarre tale that includes long (yet exciting) car chases, vampires (sort of), Frankenstein (sort of), Nazis (sort of), super Vulcan nerve pinches (sort of), and a bubbling vat of acid. Then cast it with three iconic horror actors and what do you get? Scream and Scream Again from Amicus, directed by Gordon Hessler, and featuring Vincent Price, Christopher Lee, and Peter Cushing. Even if all three are never in the same scene, the results are oddly compelling, yet … goofy and frustrating. Despite the negatives, this film has grown a cult following. What might the Grue Crew make of it?

At the time of this writing, Scream and Scream Again is available to stream from Tubi and Freevee, as well as various PPV options. The film is available on physical media as a Special Edition Blu-ray from Kino Lorber.

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1970s is part of the Decades of Horror two-week rotation with The Classic Era and the 1980s. In two weeks, the next episode, chosen by Jeff, will be Effects (1979), inspired by George Romero’s Martin (1977) and featuring Tom Savini, as both an effects artist and an actor.

We want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans: comment on the site or email the Decades of Horror 1970s podcast hosts at [email protected].

Check out this episode!

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tsarinatorment · 2 years

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About a week ago, I posted a WIP graphic that represented a bunch of the Apollo kids (mostly ocs but including canon) using their camp necklaces. At the time, it went back to only kids that were in camp when Will was, but that’s now been expanded as far back as all the kids Lee ever knew!

Another change is the post-TOA year bead; originally I had a design for The Sun and the Stars, but as that book’s looking more and more like it’s taking place the same summer as TON and therefore won’t have its own bead, I’ve replaced it with a new design!

As always, bead designs are free to borrow with credit, but please don’t use my ocs’ names! (You are, however, welcome to use the full names I’ve assigned to Yan, Jerry and Gracie, once again with credit).

Questions about the beads or the ocs or canon kids are all very welcome!

I’ll list their names properly under the cut in case the graphic’s a bit hard to read, as well as preferred names if different, pronouns and nationalities! Head counsellors are also indicated, and whether they’re an oc, named canon character, or unnamed canon character.

All are listed in order of arrival at camp.

Kim Ha-Yoon // 김 하윤 (she/her); South Korean (*head counsellor) - oc Kelly Boyd (she/her); Irish - oc Ray Strickland (he/him); American - oc Aarohi Sengupta // আরহী সেনগুপ্ত (she/her); Indian/Bengali - oc Owen Bell (he/him); American - oc Lasse Åkerström (he/him); Swedish - oc Elizabeth “Lizzy” White (she/her); American (*head counsellor) - oc Gabriel Moss (he/him); American - oc Mitchell “Mitch” Green (he/him); Canadian - oc Gilbert “Gil” Weeks (he/him); American - oc Michelle Best (she/her); American - oc Lauren Best (she/her); American - oc Emily Teague (she/her); American (*head counsellor) - oc Baird McNeilly (he/him); Scottish - oc Clara Wolff (she/her); German - oc Lyam Pastrana (he/him); Puerto Rican - oc Ceridwen “Ceri” Priddy (she/her); Welsh - oc Lee Fletcher (he/him); American (*head counsellor) - named canon Yvonne Calvert (she/her); Canadian - oc Laura Piper (she/her); American - oc Melody York (she/her); American - oc Helen Sangster (she/her); American - oc Brendan Howard (he/him); Canadian - oc Reece Gold (he/him); American - oc Bran Thrussell (he/him); American - oc Daisy Teague (she/her); American - oc Michael Yew (he/him); American (*head counsellor) - named canon Lear Howard (he/him); Canadian - oc Lawrence Hunter (he/him); Canadian - oc Dawn Harper (she/her); American - oc Phoebe Buckley (she/her); American - oc William “Will” Solace (he/him); American (*head counsellor) - named canon Morton Shepherd (he/him); American - oc Robyn Archer (she/her); American - oc Xavier Campara (he/him); Spanish - oc Joy Norris (she/her); American - oc Alice Tuner (she/her); American - oc Nye Rimmer (he/him); American - oc Sally Farmer (she/her); American - oc Elias Robinson (he/him); American - oc Nathan Lister (he/him); American - unnamed canon Tristan “Tris” Barnes (he/him); Canadian - oc Samson “Sam” Clair (he/him); American - oc Austin Lake (he/him); American - named canon Kayla Knowles (she/her); Canadian - named canon Raphael Diego (he/him); Mexican - oc Emma Bard (she/her); American - oc Cheung Yan // 张焰 (they/them); Chinese/Hong-Kong - (half-)named canon Jeremy “Jerry” Allen (he/him); English - (half-)named canon Gracie Crowe (she/her); American - (half-)named canon Merida Stringer (she/her); Scottish - oc Robin Stringer (he/him); Scottish - oc

(a huge thanks to @burning-moths, their unnamed friend, and @ferodactyl for helping me with Ha-Yoon, Aarohi and Yan’s names and being general sensitivity checkers. Of course, any persisting mistakes are all on me, not them!)

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someindonesianjunk · 1 year

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#rrftb #ray strickland #rayrayfromtampabay

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chicgeekgirl89 · 2 years

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The One Where Carlos Can’t Leave the Couch

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: Carlos Reyes, TK Strand, Paul Strickland, Andrea Reyes

Summary: Carlos is stuck at home with an injured ankle and bored out of his mind. Fortunately he has some good friends and family to take care of him.

Rating: G

Read on AO3

“Are you sure you have everything you need?”

Carlos glances around the living room and has to fight the urge to laugh. The coffee table holds a glass of water, a cup of coffee, and a bottle of Gatorade along with the television remote, his laptop, the book he’s been reading, another book in case he finishes the first one, and his reading glasses, as well as his cell phone, a stack of magazines, some snacks, and a box of tissues.

There are also three types of over the counter pain medication and multiple sticky notes with detailed instructions on dosages and timing, as if Carlos is incapable of reading the directions on a bottle of Tylenol by himself.

And between the coffee table and the couch is a small cooler full of ice, which he has been told to use when the bag of ice currently on his massively swollen ankle melts.

If he’s missing something he’ll need for the next twelve hours, they clearly don’t own it.

Joining a rec soccer league had seemed like a fun way to make some new friends and get out some of the frustrations that work had been handing him lately. And it had been very fun, for about five minutes, until another player had collided with him, taking them both to the ground and wrenching Carlos’ ankle so badly that both he and T.K. had thought for sure it was broken.

The x-rays had proven otherwise, it was just the mother of all sprains, and while it was currently purple and swollen to twice its normal size, it would heal.

“Babe, it’s a sprained ankle, not a stab wound or major surgery,” Carlos says.

T.K. chews his lip. “Maybe I should take the day off.”

“I promise you, I will be fine.”

“What if someone comes to the door?” T.K. asks.

“I’ll pretend I’m not home.”

“What if you get hungry?”

“Because I’ve eaten through every, single snack you’ve left me?” Carlos looks pointedly at the three types of cheese, box of crackers, bowl of fruit, and the pile of granola bars sitting between his water and the remote. “Then we have bigger problems.”

T.K. sighs and runs a hand through his hair in agitation. “You’ll take your phone with you when you go to the bathroom?”

“Yes. If I fall down and re-enact a Lifeline commercial you will be my first call,” Carlos teases.

T.K. is not amused. “Carlos, I’m serious, twelve hours is a long time, if something happens—“

“T.K.” Carlos draws out the first letter of his boyfriend’s name in exasperation. “Nothing is going to happen. When your shift is over you’re going to come home and find me exactly where you left me. Bored out of my mind and perfectly unharmed.”

T.K. fidgets and doesn’t say anything for a long minute.

“Tell me what you’re worried about,” Carlos requests.

T.K. looks like he’s choosing his words carefully. “I have just come to learn that sometimes, you cannot be trusted to make good judgements about your own health.”

Carlos’ jaw drops at this statement, but his boyfriend isn’t done. “And I’m a little concerned that by hour three or four you might decide that you are capable of cleaning the bathroom or reorganizing the closet and I’m worried that you might push yourself too hard,” he says.

“Shot. Kidnapped and concussed. Hypothermic coma.” Carlos lists off T.K.’s recent injuries in rapid fire, ticking them off on his fingers as he goes.

“We’re talking about you, not me,” T.K. says, brushing off the jab. “Do you promise to stay on this couch unless you’re going to the bathroom?”

“Oh my god, please go to work.”

“I need to hear you say it.”

“I already said I would!”

“And if you need something and you can’t get ahold of me you’ll call your parents?”

“Yes,” Carlos says, his voice going low with annoyance. “I will call in the cavalry if I can’t reach my Gatorade.”

T.K. immediately bends over to push the bottle closer to him and Carlos rolls his eyes at his boyfriend’s smotherly care. “You’re going to be late.”

T.K. puts his hands on his hips sighs. “Okay. Fine. I will…see you in twelve hours.”

He bends over and kisses Carlos’ curls, running a hand quickly over his stubbly cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Carlos says as he heads for the door. “Be safe!”

The door slides shut and Carlos is blissfully alone. He loves T.K. to the ends of the earth and back, but when the man flips on paramedic mode, he is exhausting. Carlos would much prefer dealing with his pain all on his own.

He flicks on the TV and scrolls through a few channels before realizing he’s not really in the mood for anything that’s on. His book holds his interest for a little bit, but then it hits a lag so he sets that aside too.

Mindlessly scrolling through his phone takes up some time, he likes every photo and video he comes across, buys a pair of workout shorts that are advertised to him, and watches several videos about planting indoor herb gardens.

He finally wrenches himself away from the internet and looks down at his watch, thinking it must be lunchtime by now and instead finds that only forty-five minutes have passed since T.K. walked out the door.

Shit.

He eyes the linen closet from across the room and wonders how truly mad T.K. will be if he gets up and sorts through some things. He can sit on the floor while he does it and elevate his ankle…

He can make it work.

He swings his good leg down to the floor and reaches for the crutches that are propped against the arm rest of the couch. Using one as leverage he starts to slide his left leg off the pile of pillows that have been propping it up and immediately hisses in pain as the mild throbbing in his ankle rockets up to a hard and fast six on the pain scale.

He grits his teeth and sinks back down into the couch cushions. Okay. Maybe T.K. was right. No closet cleaning for him today.

His phone vibrates and he looks down to see a text from T.K.

Still on the couch?

He snaps a selfie giving him a thumbs up and sends it. Yes.

Still here. Still here and…very bored.

He reaches for the remote again, he might as well at least have some background noise for his boredom, and when he does he accidentally knocks over his water, which immediately soaks through the stack of magazines and starts heading for his book. “Damn it!”

Carlos reaches out to try and right the glass before even more liquid can spill, but it’s just a little too far, forcing him to lean further…

He feels the moment that his equilibrium shifts and there’s literally nothing he can do as he begins to slide off the couch. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”

He flails, trying to twist himself in a way that will cause the least amount of damage, and his ass hits the floor with a loud, painful thump, followed swiftly by the rest of his upper body.

His bad leg is the only thing that manages to say on the couch, but it is still shockingly painful and he lies there on the floor, trapped between the sofa and the coffee table, for a good, solid two minutes as he waits for the pain to subside to a more tolerable level.

There’s a knock at the door and then it slides open and Carlos has a brief moment of panic that they’re about to be burgled and not only can’t he defend himself or their home, but he’s also in literally the most embarrassing position ever. He’s not sure if it’s better or worse when the voice that calls out to him is familiar. “Carlos?”

“Paul?” His confused reply comes out a little more strained and whimper-y than he’d like.

“Are you—oh shit!”

He feels Paul’s arms slide under his armpits. “Come on, I got you,” the firefighter says, lifting him back onto the couch.

Carlos lets his head flop back against the multiple pillows T.K. shoved behind his back before leaving (this is in addition to the three under his ankle, he honestly didn’t even know they owned this many pillows) and takes a minute to catch his breath. His ass is now throbbing along with his ankle. Perfect.

“Dude are you all right?” Paul is looking at him as if he’s about three seconds away from calling 911 or T.K., neither of which will help Carlos’ damaged ego.

“I’m fine,” he says between gritted teeth as he leans forward and adjusts the ice that has slipped off his ankle. “I was just trying to clean up.”

“I got it,” Paul says, heading to the kitchen where he grabs a roll of paper towels and mops up the giant mess Carlos has created.

He holds up the ruined magazines and quirks an eyebrow in question. Carlos shakes his head. “Toss ‘em.”

“Got it,” Paul says, throwing the sopping wet pile in the garbage before reaching into the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water. “Seems like a safer option.”

“Thanks,” Carlos says, unable to shake off the embarrassment of this whole situation. “Did T.K. send you here to spy on me?”

“He did not,” Paul says, settling into a chair. “I offered to come by because he was clocking in when we were clocking out and he wouldn’t shut up about having to leave you here alone all day and how worried he was about you.” Paul pauses, a look of understanding coming over his face. “And now I am realizing that I was manipulated into coming over here.”

Carlos nods. “He’s very good at that. It’s the wounded puppy dog eyes.”

“Yeah, damn,” Paul says, still looking a little surprised at how easily he fell for T.K.’s plan. “Even still, seems like it’s a good thing I came by.”

“I would have gotten myself up eventually,” Carlos says, feeling prickly about being labeled an invalid.

“Yeah, I’m sure you would have,” Paul says and, to his credit, it seems sincere.

“Don’t tell T.K., okay?” Carlos asks. “He’s already smothering me, I don’t need him to know about this.”

“Pretty sure he’s going to notice the giant bruise on your ass,” Paul says skeptically. “But I won’t say a word.”

They spend some time talking about baseball, Paul’s shift, a trip to New York that Carlos and T.K. are taking next month. Hopefully his ankle will be healed up by then because the thought of crutching down city blocks doesn’t sound pleasant at all.

Paul stays for a couple hours, making sure to replenish Carlos’ snack supply after they eat, and then Carlos grudgingly asks for his help getting to the bathroom. It is definitely easier to have someone help him work his way across the loft, but god he hates needing assistance.

It’s one o’clock when Paul leaves, and while Carlos’ mood was buoyed by the visit, he quickly finds himself sinking back into boredom, the hours passing by at a glacial pace. He fields frequent texts from T.K., sending responses that indicate he’s fine, he’s happy, he’s doing great, instead of telling the truth; which is that his back hurts and his butt has gone numb, and his face itches from his beard growing in. T.K. had offered to help him shave this morning, but Carlos had declined, and now he regrets is.

So he has really worked himself into a mood when there’s another knock on his door around 4:00pm. As it opens, Carlos wonders exactly how many people T.K. has given keys to, and then he hears, “Hola Carlitos!” and the sourness of his mood immediately changes to alarm.

“Mom?”

“Ay, my poor baby.” She comes around the side of the couch and gives him a kiss on the cheek. “How is your pain? Do you need more ice?”

“Mom what are you doing here?” Carlos asks.

“I’m going to make you pozole. Do you have a stock pot?”

She moves to the kitchen before he can answer, dropping her giant bag of groceries on the counter and searching through his cabinets.

“Mom, I’m fine, you don’t have to cook for me,” Carlos tells her, even though she’s already found a cutting board and a chopping knife and is pulling garlic, chiles, pork, and hominy out of her bag.

“Oh, I don’t need to cook for you? What are you going to do, cook from that couch?” She clucks her tongue and shakes her head as she begins filling his stockpot with water. “All you have had all day is cheese and crackers, you need real food to help you heal.”

“Did T.K. put you up to this?” Carlos asks.

She stops chopping and fixes him with a stern look. “I am your mother. T.K. does not need to ‘put me up’ to anything.” She picks up a clove of garlic and begins mincing. “But yes, he and I did discuss this last night.”

Carlos rolls his eyes. Of course his boyfriend is in cahoots with his mother, even though he specifically asked his fiancé to downplay his injury for this exact reason. He doesn’t need his mom worrying and fussing.

Although the pozole does smell damn good. His stomach lets out a loud growl. Traitor.

His mom chatters at him as she cooks, talking about his sister Teresa’s new job, his nephew Diego’s soccer game, and the cattle his father is getting for the ranch. It’s comforting and warm, a reminder of his childhood, and it does, maybe, kind of, make him feel just a little bit better.

Not that he’s going to admit that to anyone.

They eat an early dinner together and then she packs up enough soup to feed his dad and leaves the rest for him and T.K. “Are you sure you’re all right if I leave?” she asks fretfully, brushing his curls out of his face and fussing with his pillows like he’s a child. “I can stay until T.K. comes home.”

It’s almost an exact repeat of his conversation with T.K. this morning and he snorts out a laugh. “Mom, I’m fine. He’ll be home in like three hours. I’m fed, watered, and comfortable. You can go to your book club with a clear conscience.”

She gives him a hard, ‘mom’ look, the one she uses to get the absolute truth out of her children. He must pass the test because her face softens and she leans forward to kiss his forehead. “You be more careful next time you play fútbol.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says quietly.

She pats his cheek and rises. “And be nice to T.K. That boy doesn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of your bad attitude.”

“I don’t have a bad attitude,” he says defensively.

“Oh mi amor, you are a bear when you are hurt,” she says with a chuckle. “I just hope T.K. still wants to marry you when all of this is over.”

“Mom!” he says in annoyance.

“What? It’s true! You need to be more self aware,” she tells him as she gathers her things. “Call if you need anything!”

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The relief T.K. feels when his front door comes into sight is palpable. He’s nearly an hour later than he should be, a last minute call put them on over time, and the anxiety that’s been gnawing at his stomach all day long finally begins to fade as he inserts his key into the lock.

He can smell pozole in the air as soon as he walks in and it makes his mouth water. He’d asked Andrea to come take care of Carlos, but it doesn’t hurt that he’s going to reap the benefits of her cooking too.

Carlos is asleep on the couch, glasses on, head tipped back, mouth slightly open, his breathing deep. The last of T.K.’s worry slips away as he smiles and quietly drops his bag before crouching next to his boyfriend, running his fingers gently through Carlos’ unruly curls. “Hey baby,” he says quietly.

Carlos opens his eyes and blinks owlishly up at T.K. “Hey,” he says back, clearing his throat and wincing as he adjusts his position on the couch. “How was your shift?”

“Oh you know, the usual level of crazy,” T.K. says. “How are you?”

Carlos squints at him. “Don’t you already know? I assume you asked Paul and my mom for a full report.”

Busted. But he doesn’t care. Watching Carlos go down on that field and not get up again had taken at least a year off of his life. He’s allowed to be overly concerned. “Yes, I did, but now I’m asking you,” he says, fingers trailing soothingly through Carlos’ curls again. “How’s your pain?”

Carlos looks down at his ankle. “Better I guess? A little?”

“Actually better? Or you just don’t want me to be worried, better?”

“I don’t know,” Carlos says with a sigh.

“Okay,” T.K. relents. He knows how much Carlos hates being down; staying home all day and doing nothing is just not his style. “Why don’t we get you into bed?”

“All I did was lie around all day,” Carlos grumbles. “I’m not going to be able to sleep.”

“Then we’ll just sit together. I can tell you about my day, and you can be mad at me for sending people to check up on you,” he offers.

“I’m not mad at you,” Carlos says grudgingly. “I’m just…” He shrugs, looking bereft and sad.

T.K. gives him a soft smile. “I know. But it’s just a couple weeks and then you’ll be back on your feet.” He nudges Carlos playfully. “Come on. You can’t tell me this is harder than tackling bad guys to the ground.”

Carlos opens his mouth, his face saying he’s going to contradict T.K.’s statement, but T.K. gently cuts him off. “It’s not,” he emphasizes. “Now come on. Bedtime for you.”

Carlos leans heavily on T.K.’s shoulder as they move across the living room. “You okay?” T.K. asks, and Carlos nods wordlessly, but his face is tight and T.K. can feel him holding his breath. “Almost there,” he says encouragingly. “Just a few more steps.”

He helps Carlos settle into the mattress and then goes back to grab all the extra pillows from the living room. “Easy,” he says as he gently lifts Carlos’ leg to put the pillows underneath. “Breathe,” he reminds him when he looks up to see Carlos’ face still tense with pain.

Carlos nods and gives a shaky exhale.

T.K. takes a few minutes to change his clothes and heat up a bowl of pozole before joining Carlos in bed. His body has finally relaxed and he already looks like he’s on his way back to sleep. “You didn’t need to send people to check up on me today,” he mumbles as T.K. settles on top of the covers, bowl balanced carefully in his hands.

“I thought you weren’t mad at me,” T.K. says.

Carlos cracks an eyelid. “I’m not mad. You just worry too much.”

“I worry too much?” T.K. asks in amusement. “Tell me Carlos, what hurts more right now? Your ankle or your ass?”

Carlos groans. “Paul said he wouldn’t tell you.”

“I can be very persuasive,” T.K. tells him with a smirk.

“Yes I know,” Carlos says, rolling his eyes.

T.K. sets the pozole on his nightstand and turns on his side to look at Carlos. “I would have told you about Paul and your mom coming over, but I knew you would be upset and make me cancel them. And I wouldn’t have listened and told them to come anyway, so I just skipped a few steps.” He puts a hand on Carlos’ chest and rubs a few soothing circles. “I love you. Taking care of you helps me to feel a little more in control of the situation. I can’t take away your pain, but if I can make it more bearable, that’s what I’m going to do. Whether you like it or not.”

He can feel Carlos relaxing further under his touch as he continues. “And, you should feel lucky. My first choice for a babysitter was Francesca, but she had to work all day.”

Carlos’ eyes pop fully open at the mention of his wild child sister. “Francesca was your first choice? What, Nurse Ratched wasn’t available?”

“I’m kidding,” T.K. says with a smile. “I would never trust Francesca with your medical care.”

“Thank god for that,” Carlos grumbles. “By the time she left I probably would have sprained my other ankle.”

“Hence my much more thoughtful choice of Paul and your mom.”

Carlos sends him a look. “You only called my mom so that you’d have dinner when you came home.”

T.K. feigns innocence. “I would never!”

Carlos snorts. “You absolutely would.”

“Not true,” T.K. says. “I called her because she’s your mom and I thought you might need some familial support. Dinner is just a bonus. And don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that pozole. I know it’s your favorite.” He pokes Carlos gently in the arm.

“It is my favorite,” Carlos admits grudgingly.

T.K. leans over and gives him a peck on the cheek. “You’re welcome.”

They put on an episode of a new home renovation show while T.K. eats, and despite Carlos’ earlier protests about sleep, T.K. can see that he’s fading, eyes going heavy and half lidded.

T.K. sets his empty bowl on the floor next to the bed and Carlos cracks an eyelid. “Are you going to clean that up?”

T.K. resumes rubbing circles on Carlos’ chest. “I will take care of it in the morning.”

Carlos opens both eyes and looks at him pointedly. T.K. sighs at the obvious implication that his fiancé can’t sleep unless the entire apartment is clean. “I will take care of it before I go to bed.”

“Thank you,” Carlos tells him, eyes sliding closed again.

“You’re welcome,” T.K. tells him. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

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